Has hack’d and sliced the latter. In the midst
Stands the dread throne whence breathes supreme command,
And in a lock’d recess well known, is laid
The dread regalia, gifted with a charm
Potent to the rebellious. When the bell
Tinkles the school hour, inward streams the crowd,
And bending heads proclaim the task commenc’d.
Upon his throne with magisterial brow
The teacher sits, round casting frowning looks
As the low giggle and the shuffling foot